Wicked Princess - Ashley Jade Page 0,23
any minute. “I should probably get going.”
“Not so fast, I’m still waiting on your student pal.”
“My student pal?”
I have no idea what that is.
“Yes.” She wipes crumbs of donut off her mouth and licks her finger. “Your father told me about your unique circumstances, and I felt the best thing to do was to set you up with someone from the Peer Assistance Program. This way, you’ll have someone to walk you to all your classes for the first few days and show you around.”
“Oh.” All things considered; it doesn’t sound like a terrible idea. “Thank—”
She looks past me. “Here he is now.” Frantically, she waves her hands. “Hey, Stone, come on in. I’d like you to meet Bianca Covington.”
Stone hovers around five-ten, with a slim build, short jet-black hair, a chiseled jaw, and well…a very attractive face.
However, it’s the anger harboring in his dark brown eyes that suck all the oxygen out of the room.
I have no idea who he is, but the venom behind his stare is unnerving.
“Hi.” I hold out my hand, hoping to make nice. “I’m Bianca.”
“Fuck off.”
Well, then.
Mrs. Rodriguez nearly chokes on her donut. “Stone, is there a problem?”
“Yeah, there is. I’m sorry, Mrs. Rodriguez, but you’re gonna need to find someone else. I can’t—”
“Why?” I interject. “Why can’t you show me around?”
The anger in those brown orbs kicks up a notch. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Does he know me? Because it sure seems like he does.
And if that’s the case, I need to know what I did to piss him off because I don’t want to face another situation like the one at RHA.
“Look, I don’t know what I did to upset yo—”
“Jesus Christ.” His jaw works. “You’re a real piece of work.”
With that, he hightails it out of the office.
“I’m so sorry. He’s never been like thi—” Mrs. Rodriguez starts to say, but I’m already chasing after him.
Well, as much as I can with my crutches.
“Stone, wait,” I call out. “Please.”
He keeps walking.
“Look, I’m sorry for whatever I might have done to you.”
That has him turning around. “Seriously?”
I blink. “Yes?”
Grimacing, he leans in. “All right, cut the shit. What the fuck are you really doing here?”
Drawing in a deep breath, I tell him the truth. “A couple of months ago, I was in a car accident and in addition to a broken pelvis, I have amnesia. I can only remember little bits and pieces of my life and those bits and pieces come at random. I used to attend Royal Hearts Academy, but apparently I pissed off a bunch of people there and—” I point to my still bruised face and black eye. “This was the result.”
There. It’s all out in the open.
He starts howling with laughter. “Man, I always knew you were batshit, but this?” He holds up his hands. “This is on a whole new level.”
To say I’m confused would be an understatement. “Batshit?”
“Yeah.” He swirls his finger around his ear. “Batshit crazy.”
“I know what batshit means, I’m just trying to figure out why…or rather, what I did to make you feel that way about me.”
Leaning against a locker, he studies my face for what feels like an eternity. “You’re shitting me, right?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “No, I’m not shitting you.”
His tongue finds his cheek. “Well, for starters, how about the time you photoshopped a baby dick onto my body and then spread it around like herpes to our entire freshman class?”
I wince.
Bianca sure stirred up a lot of shit.
He starts ticking things off with his fingers. “There was also the time you and your brother showed up at my job and assaulted my boss—who you spread lies about by the way—before your brother beat the fuck out of me for no reason.”
Well, shit. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He pulls a face. “And I still haven’t forgotten that night at the marina—” He averts his gaze. “On second thought, that’s not important. All that matters is that it also resulted in Cole attacking me once again at my job.”
The hurt look on his face tells me whatever happened that night does in fact matter. “What happened at the marina?”
A muscle in his jaw bunches. “Don’t play dumb, Bianca.” A threatening look enters his eyes as he leans in. “Last, but not least, let’s not forget the fact that you and your psycho family ruined my brother’s life.”
“Ruined your brother’s life?” I repeat, not understanding. “How?”
He laughs, but there’s not a drop of humor. “You know he had nothing to